Hugh Brody, the anthropologist, writer and film-maker, grew up in England in a Jewish household. He was born in 1943, but didn't learn the significance of Judaism or his family's losses during the Holocaust until he was an adult. In this lyrical memoir he uncovers the family history movingly, and it powerfully informs his later work in the Canadian Arctic working on behalf of the dispossessed Inuit of that region. It's a beautiful and thoughtful book, evocative of both landscape and family.